OBLITERATION { a poem }
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Obliteration.
God rang the gong.
Everyone else disintegrated
When you shared your song.
Fires roar in the shadows.
Will you let it free?
I wanted you to be you.
I wanted me to be me.
Tempered in a box.
Held at a distance.
Face me. We’ve only an instance.
Obliteration. Obliteration.
Steel silence cuffed me into the mud.
I hate chains. You know that.
So do you.
Spanked blank with a thud.
Obliterated into particles.
I thought it to be true love.
Am I dead or alive?
Insane or genius?
With you I cannot tell.
I’m reading the signs.
Watching the doves.
Praying to leaves.
Searching the well.
The fork draws near -
This tattered bridge I walk.
Do you stand ‘round here at all?
Am I lost?
Capricious particles, a post-mortem sojourn. I’m gone & everywhere.
Observing my zing-ing through a misted abyss.
Neon black.
Obliteration. Obliteration.
Faint memories of this maze.
Oh, it jacks up your senses. But at least I’m far away. You see—
This planet’s race is strange.
I cannot speak their tongue.
I talk to knowers, not showmen.
Through my eyes, I turn words.
Through my body, I make light.
Through my bloody heart,
My salt coos true.
Your eyes know my far away ways.
Going forward now. Into repose.
The silence held me down.
My fires cry woes.
With nothing to say or give, my bodies scattered abound into the great All.
My most private parts, unwound.
And I fall. And I fall.
I cast newly minted pennies at your feet.
May the sun flood your boudoir.
I am lost in time and space.
Maybe I don’t need a center, no more.
An anchor? A bone? A harp? A home? Some cash? My grass?
No more alarms.
I’m done.
The things you wanted turn into dust. Wants and desires makes lusts & musts.
I belong to no one.
I’m free, in my explosion.
Of woman. Turned to particles.
Made from ashes. I’m cashed in.
I’ll be a hint of magnolia, vanilla, perched in a fall wind.
With a gleam of an eye, in that lost instance, you’ll feel me again.
I’ve come to accept this formal coronation of measured space between our locations.
Quick to the draw. A line in the sand.
Obliteration. What choice have I had?
What is our defined sin?
That boxes us in? And boxes us out?
At once touched and gone — and I’m
Not allowed to shout. To pout. To perch or wonder. Or thunder. To query at all.
How to be a woman.
Your steel makes me weary.
Say nothing. Say nothing.
Put gauze in my mouth.
I could give you a note; though-
It’d be a coin toss.
Everybody got something to say.
And everybody’s at a loss.
So Sir, I’m a buttercup, a rose,
Faded into the earth.
Dying. I’m Decomposed.
Breaking bread with the saints, warlords, outcasts and mirth.
A wink and a half smile from my abstract, expanded self.
Obliteration.
She’s gone.
Go ahead. Take me back home.
Lead me into the deep.
Wild West of my heart.
Where waters run free.
Don’t sink me down to dust.
Lead me back into the deep.
I belong in the deep.
I belong in the deep.
No longer will I weep.
I belong in the deep.
Here, we are all free.
Obliteration.